“It’s amazing,” Kerrigan said. “I can’t believe there are so many people.”

“All thanks to you!”

Kerrigan laughed. “No way. This is the movement. I was just a small part of it.”

“Give yourself some credit,” Hadrian said with a smile.

“Surprised you brought him along,” Clover said. She glanced at Fordham. “Prince.”

“Clove.”

“Fordham is here to support us.”

Clover shrugged. “I’m into it, but a lot of other people will be hesitant.”

“I am not a representative of my people,” Fordham said formally.

“Yeah, I know you’re into my girl,” Clover said with a mischievous grin. Kerrigan smacked her arm. “Anyway, Thea was wondering if you’d speak.”

Kerrigan frowned. “I can’t.”

“I told her as much but thought I’d ask. Will you come back and say hi at least?”

“Can Fordham come too?”

Clover worried at her lip. “Someone is going to be upset with me, but why not?”

Hadrian waved them off, promising to stay there until they returned. Then, the three of them ducked behind the stage. Thea stood proud and tall with the rest of the leaders of RFA behind her. Her bald head was on display today. No hat or headscarf in sight. She looked ready to take on the world.

Her eyes lit with excitement and then flitted behind Kerrigan and found Fordham. They rounded wide, like it was the last person she’d expected to see.

“Thea,” Kerrigan said brightly, “I’d like to introduce you to Prince Fordham Ollivier.”

“It’s a pleasure, ma’am,” Fordham said, bowing low for her.

Thea’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. A prince of a Fae kingdom known for detesting humans and half-Fae was bowing to a half-Fae woman. It was a sight to behold.

“Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised to see you here.”

“Fordham asked to join us,” Kerrigan said.

“I can speak for myself,” he said, holding his hand out to stall Kerrigan. “My people are known for their prejudice. I can say that I was one of those people, but I have come to find out how wrong I was. I would like to apologize for my previous actions and do what I can to help.”

Thea’s smile warmed, the longer he spoke. “Well, we can always use an extra set of hands.”

“I suppose we’re just letting anyone in now,” Dozan said, striding out of the fog of people to square off with Fordham.

Fordham immediately went on high alert. She could practically breathe in the scent of his magic, and she wasn’t even in the spirit plane. He just radiated that same threatening energy. Dozan brought it out in him. Dozan brought it out in everyone.

“It appears so,” Fordham said coolly.

Thea laughed. “I see you’ve already met Mr. Rook.”

“We’re acquainted.”